"Fuck!"
They realized something was wrong and turned and ran away.
Hiding in the dark, Yue'e glanced at the people who fled in panic, then lowered her head and memorized the note sent by the adults. That was what she was going to cry about later.
"What? The winter clothes given to the poor were burned by those thieves?"
“How can these people be so evil!”
"Oh my god, I heard the news too. They said the cloth shop was going to give winter clothes to the poor people this year, but what happened? What happened! God damn those thieves!"
The Nine Sons of Qingyun could no longer stay there. Every two steps they took, they could hear someone scolding them, and the words used were extremely vulgar!
They even had no way to defend themselves. They said the cloth workshop had no motive to burn down its own warehouse. Who would believe that?
The authorities were even more agitated than ever. The first time was a surprise, but the second time was simply a complete disregard for them! The officers even began searching house to house, which made the nine of them feel threatened. They chose to flee, but they encountered the officers again along the way, and a conflict broke out again. The Nine Qingyun Sons injured several soldiers and fled outside the city.
Fang Zhiyi was rubbing his hands and looking at the silver in front of him with great joy.
The accountant under him, Jin Suanpan, couldn't help but shrink his neck when he saw the master's expression. It was true that if the master didn't take action, it would be fine, but once he did, it would shock the world!
They were able to transport these silvers here so brazenly and avoid the inspection of the government. You should know that in the past, the transportation of silver had to leave records with the local government, otherwise there would be trouble. As a result, with a move by the adults, these silvers that had been accumulated for a long time were sent out in a swagger.
It’s just a pity for those young people who took the blame.
"Now that we have the money, do as I say." Fang Zhiyi looked at the golden abacus.
Jin Suanpan nodded. He had always been skeptical about the adults' actions, but... there was no other way.
Watching him leave with those rolls of drawings, Fang Zhiyi's mouth curled up.
All the gray industries have been shut down, and now the industries under Wanbao Pavilion are as clean as they can be. All he has to do is wait for those little protagonists to come and cause trouble.
Isn't Jian Qi a professional account balancing expert?
The scale and coverage of Wanbao Pavilion must have been registered with the imperial court, and every account must be watched by someone. This time, they are using these nine fools to make a one-time withdrawal. Needless to say, it is really useful.
The nine sons of Qingyun still maintain their enthusiasm, perhaps this is what youth is.
Of course, their inexplicable hatred towards Wanbao Pavilion was even deeper.
This also laid the foundation for the Drunken Sword Immortal's appearance. The Nine Sons of Qingyun took the initiative to pick a fight at the Drunken Sword Immortal's restaurant. When Xiao Changfeng, also using his sword, drew his sword to challenge the Drunken Sword Immortal, the Drunken Sword Immortal wanted to accept the challenge, but when he thought of the promise made by the adults and the ten jars of wine, what was the point of saving face! He had no intention of saving face since he was expelled from the sect!
So he was knocked down by Xiao Changfeng in public.
Even Xiao Changfeng was a little stunned. He could feel that the man in front of him was an expert, even more advanced than himself, but he actually lay down? He didn't use his full strength?
Why?
"Someone was beaten to death!"
"He ate without paying and even beat me up!"
"Someone come!"
As the guys shouted, the teenagers ran away as soon as they could react. It had even become a conditioned reflex for them.
What the hell is this Wanbao Pavilion? What about some underworld power? What about some assassin organization? What about some earth-shattering conspiracy? Why does it keep shouting at the top of its lungs?
There are public transportations between the various cities, and soon, the wanted order for the Nine Sons of Qingyun was also sent here. When we saw it, we were surprised that these guys were the ones who ate and dashed and beat up merchants.
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